Losing is something more cruel than missing. I used to think that missing is cruel, so the two right people just missed it. They could have looked at the sky and the sea together, climbed mountains together, and played in the water together, but because of missing, all these became unrealistic fantasies in their minds. But now I feel that loss is even more cruel. Two people who were once so close have suddenly become strangers A and B who have nothing to do with each other. All the memories of the two of them being together have become a sharp weapon that pierces people's chests in the dead of night, hurting people invisible!